The Memory Box

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Summary: A box of memories is opened

Authors note: The story has been re-edited and re-posted with hopes of new chapters! A few small changes have been made to chapters 1 & 2. Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

She flipped through the old photo album, staring at the seemingly good memories that seemed to reflect her life as it was five or six years ago. But she knew better then to believe the deception of the smiling figures in front of her. The tall man, with his gruff beard and messy hair, slapped her around for the 10 years they were married. But the picture depicted that of a smiling couple, the man with his arm around her shoulder, forcing a smile. Lies, it was always a lie.

"Bastard" Catherine muttered throwing the photo album aside. She sighed; cleaning out the attic was not her favourite way of spending her hard- earned (and rarely seen) work free Sunday afternoon. But she figured she might as well get it done. Catherine continued to pile up the boxes to get rid of all remaining memories of her past with her ex. Eddie Willows. As she stood up to take the next load of junk down to the garbage, she tripped over one of the unsorted boxes in her path and fell to the ground sending the boxes in her arms all over the attic. "Damn" she muttered looking back at the box that had tripped her, "just great," she emphasized as she leaned down to tidy the mess. As Catherine began to shuffle papers and old trinkets back into the box, something caught her eye; a crimson shoebox was partially hidden under the debris. Catherine's baby blue eyes widened as she realized just what she had stumbled on. She slowly inched her way to the box and very carefully began to remove the four gold rubber bands that sealed the box. What lie inside this box were good memories. Memories of a time she wished never ended. When a dark, handsome and sensitive man showed her the meaning of love, the power of thought, and the ability to respect herself. She owed her new life to the one and the only Gil Grissom. Laying the top lightly at her side, she carefully picked up the first item in the box. It was a diary entry she had written to herself the very first night she had met him.

Tonight I met the guy I know I am truly destined to be with. He walked right into the club and I thought I would pass out just from the sound of his voice. He was such a gentlemen, he didn't even look down at my chest while he was speaking to me (which let me tell ya, is a first!), instead he looked right into my eyes and, I swear, I just melted. He asked me out to dinner tonight, and even though I am technically with Eddie, I agreed. There is no way I am letting this opportunity pass me by. Wish me Luck!

Catherine smiled and bit her lip as she tucked the note back into the box and picked up the next object. This time she had to laugh out loud. Hamlet sat in her hands and she remembered him kissing the cover and promising to do the same to her if she could finish the play in 2 weeks. Watching him press his lips to the cover had made her knees weak. She wanted those lips. No, she needed those lips. She raced home and devoured the play in one night; and he kept his promise (she smiled again).

She knocked on the door of his apartment, pleased with herself for completing the task. When he answered the door she felt her knees go weak again, 'damn his ability to do this to me' she thought. There he stood in his black silk pajama bottoms, his exposed chest waiting to be touched by her hands. He noticed the book in her hands, a small smirk on his face. He leaned in and placed his hands gently on the sides of her face. Catherine couldn't take her eyes off of his. He led her to the couch, leisurely teasing her lips, nipping them slowly and then backing away, she whimpered, her brain barley functioning enough to follow him to the couch, she wanted more, she needed more. She was relieved to feel the couch hit the back of her knees before she fell to it, Gil following close behind. The make-out session had lasted a good hour, with him between her legs pushing her into the couch with his delicious weight. She could remember the taste of him being so intoxicating that she couldn't stop herself from kissing him. He wasn't rough like Eddie, he took his time and sought out all aspects of her mouth, from teeth to tongue. He kept looking into her eyes, things would have gone much further, his hand underneath her shirt, softly caressing her skin before working up to her breasts. But the time had come, she had to go to work, and Gil was hesitant to let her go.

Gil: "Catherine please, don't go, you are so much better then this, you are such an amazing and smart women, you don't belong there!'

Cat: "Gil please, I need this job to pay my way through school you know that!"

Gil: "I'll pay for you, anything to get you out of that place!"

Cat: "No, I have to do this myself. It's only temporary I promise."

And she would leave, knowing it wasn't the money that kept her there, but the ever-growing drug addiction that haunted her and called to her while she was dancing. But she couldn't tell him about that aspect of her life. He would have been so disappointed.

Catherine shook her head and placed the Shakespeare in her lap, moving on to the next item in the box.

TBC

A Big thanks to Chelsea who was a huge help in all of this and thank you to the graveyard shift YOU GUYS RULE!!